It finally happened. I didn't just snap. I totally lost it.
I know moodiness and irritability go hand in hand with quitting. It's such a well-known phenomenon that a number of my colleagues have either joked about avoiding me, or gently tried to get a rise out of me. But for the first few days, it didn't happen. I surprised myself with how unnaturally serene and level-headed I've been.
But it had to happen eventually - and it happened spectacularly. I was lying in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, content to do nothing. But my partner had other plans for the day, and they didn't involve moping about. She told me as much, bluntly - and what got to me was when she said quitting wasn't an excuse to do nothing.